I am the road-paver,
I am the stone-setter,
the aimless wonderer.
Not a second glance
as I lay the manse,
but not a chance
that I receive praise
for this golden runway
on which you will parade.
But, how lovely is she
dancing content, so free,
she makes it look so easy.
I'm not one for pride
but dance shoes worn and dried,
yet only given a small aside.
I am the road-paver,
the stone-setter,
the aimless wonderer,
don't mind me, I'll just be
keeping quiet,
because I know better.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
I am the road-paver,
I am the stone-setter,
the aimless wonderer.
Not a second glance
as I lay the manse,
but not a chance
that I receive praise
for this golden runway
on which you will parade.
But, how lovely is she
dancing content, so free,
she makes it look so easy.
I'm not one for pride
but dance shoes worn and dried,
yet only given a small aside.
I am the road-paver,
the stone-setter,
the aimless wonderer,
don't mind me, I'll just be
keeping quiet,
because I know better.
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